some kind of reasoning.” He stood slowly, and my shoulders tensed with anticipation. I didn’t know what to expect from him next. I took a breath in and held it as he approached me, waiting for him to reach out to me, to touch me...
“Shower!” He said and snapped his fingers at me.
I felt my feet start to move in accordance with his order and I was infuriated by my own self betrayal. I stopped walking and stood perfectly still.
“NO!” I shouted.
He stopped and turned on his heel.
“Elise. Darling.” He stepped closer to me, our bodies were almost touching and I could feel the heat emanating from my skin against him. “You are new to me, and so I will be lenient.” He reached up and smoothed his hand through my hair. I relaxed instantly, an immediate reaction to his touch. His hand rounded the back of my head and settled at the back of my neck. He squeezed, putting just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp. “For future reference, if I give you an order then I expect you to follow it.” He released his grasp and took my face in his heads, moving in till our foreheads touched. “Do you understand?” he asked me before kissing the tip of my nose.
“I...” I looked into his steely blue eyes. “Yes...” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Good.” He walked away from me toward the en suite bathroom, and like a lost puppy...I followed him.
I hovered in the doorway, unsure of what I should do now as he reached into the shower and turned the dial. The steam started to build and the only sound was the running water...and my heartbeat. He unbuttoned his jeans slowly as I watched him, his biceps rippling with his every move. As he pushed his jeans down off his hips he looked at me and gestured with a downward nod to the floor. I knew instantly what he wanted and I released my grasp on the cool cotton of the sheet. It fell in a pool of crisp whiteness around my feet and he smiled in appreciation.
He held out his hand and I moved forward taking his hand in mine. He stepped backwards into the shower and I followed him under the hot jets. He turned me around so that my back was facing him, and pressed himself against me. I could feel him growing inch by inch against my back as he filled his hands with shower gel and began to gently wash my shoulders, my back and my neck. He rubbed the foam into my skin, smoothing his hands over me tenderly. I let my head fall back against his shoulder as he moved his hands to the front and massaged the lather over my breasts. He stopped occasionally to nip at my shoulder with his teeth and tug on my nipples till I groaned. The water mingled with the lather and ran in creamy rivers between my cleavage. It continued its journey down over my stomach and then met with my own wetness between my legs, mingling together in creamy rivulets. I was panting now and desperately yearning for some kind of release.
He clearly sensed this as he gripped one breast firmly and moved his other hand down towards the apex of my thighs, pushing his way between them roughly; he grasped my pubic mound in his hand and rubbed me firmly with his palm. As he moved he slipped a finger between my folds holding them open and letting the water trickle down over my exposed flesh.
“Do you want more Elise?” He asked with a growl.
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
“I need to hear you Elise.” He said gruffly. His hand stilled and I tried to grind myself against him in an effort to force him to move, to finish off what he started.
“Ah ah ah...” He squeezed my breast and moved his mouth so his breath was on my ear. “Tell me...” It was an order...not a request. I was becoming used to his manner and I knew that if I didn’t respond in exactly the way he wanted me to then he would leave me hanging.
I cleared my throat and found my voice.
“Yes. Yes I want more.”
He didn’t need any more from me; he pushed his way in and opened me up with his fingers. I sagged against him feeling
“Shower!” He said and snapped his fingers at me.
I felt my feet start to move in accordance with his order and I was infuriated by my own self betrayal. I stopped walking and stood perfectly still.
“NO!” I shouted.
He stopped and turned on his heel.
“Elise. Darling.” He stepped closer to me, our bodies were almost touching and I could feel the heat emanating from my skin against him. “You are new to me, and so I will be lenient.” He reached up and smoothed his hand through my hair. I relaxed instantly, an immediate reaction to his touch. His hand rounded the back of my head and settled at the back of my neck. He squeezed, putting just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp. “For future reference, if I give you an order then I expect you to follow it.” He released his grasp and took my face in his heads, moving in till our foreheads touched. “Do you understand?” he asked me before kissing the tip of my nose.
“I...” I looked into his steely blue eyes. “Yes...” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Good.” He walked away from me toward the en suite bathroom, and like a lost puppy...I followed him.
I hovered in the doorway, unsure of what I should do now as he reached into the shower and turned the dial. The steam started to build and the only sound was the running water...and my heartbeat. He unbuttoned his jeans slowly as I watched him, his biceps rippling with his every move. As he pushed his jeans down off his hips he looked at me and gestured with a downward nod to the floor. I knew instantly what he wanted and I released my grasp on the cool cotton of the sheet. It fell in a pool of crisp whiteness around my feet and he smiled in appreciation.
He held out his hand and I moved forward taking his hand in mine. He stepped backwards into the shower and I followed him under the hot jets. He turned me around so that my back was facing him, and pressed himself against me. I could feel him growing inch by inch against my back as he filled his hands with shower gel and began to gently wash my shoulders, my back and my neck. He rubbed the foam into my skin, smoothing his hands over me tenderly. I let my head fall back against his shoulder as he moved his hands to the front and massaged the lather over my breasts. He stopped occasionally to nip at my shoulder with his teeth and tug on my nipples till I groaned. The water mingled with the lather and ran in creamy rivers between my cleavage. It continued its journey down over my stomach and then met with my own wetness between my legs, mingling together in creamy rivulets. I was panting now and desperately yearning for some kind of release.
He clearly sensed this as he gripped one breast firmly and moved his other hand down towards the apex of my thighs, pushing his way between them roughly; he grasped my pubic mound in his hand and rubbed me firmly with his palm. As he moved he slipped a finger between my folds holding them open and letting the water trickle down over my exposed flesh.
“Do you want more Elise?” He asked with a growl.
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
“I need to hear you Elise.” He said gruffly. His hand stilled and I tried to grind myself against him in an effort to force him to move, to finish off what he started.
“Ah ah ah...” He squeezed my breast and moved his mouth so his breath was on my ear. “Tell me...” It was an order...not a request. I was becoming used to his manner and I knew that if I didn’t respond in exactly the way he wanted me to then he would leave me hanging.
I cleared my throat and found my voice.
“Yes. Yes I want more.”
He didn’t need any more from me; he pushed his way in and opened me up with his fingers. I sagged against him feeling
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